A/N. Boom ba doom ba boom ba doom ba boom...Super Bass is so catchy. Is it weird that I've JUST learned about this song? Whatever. :)
Okay, so I made it in time. I POSTED IT SUNDAY! I was afraid the chapter wouldn't be finished in time for a second. :3 Phew...
WENDELL'S BACK! What was your reaction?
Let's seee...it's almost Christmas! *happy dance* Who's ready to be nice? If you're naughty (and I mean in the bad sense [ex. bullying a 7th grader and getting that 7th grader suspended for no apparent reason], not the...'it' way) well, you won't get to read my Puckabrina one-shot I'm posting! *nods* Strictly for good people (so if you're reading this, you're good!).
No one wants to hear me talk so just read. Sorry if it seems short. I hope sincerely that you like it!
Chapter 14: Badminton
Loud, excited talking met Daphne's ears as soon as she opened the locker room door. She frowned, but walked to the changing area to see what all the commotion was about. Ariana was halfway though putting her shirt on when she noticed Daphne.
"Daphne!" she cried, yanking down her shirt quickly. "Guess who's subbing for a la clase de gimnasia?"
She knew right away by all the excited girls, but Daphne decided to play along. "Who?"
"Mr. Firay!"
"Cool," she responded, setting down her gym bag and starting to take off her shirt.
"Why aren't you more excited?" she asked, tossing her clothes in one of the lockers, and for once, speaking a full sentence without Spanish.
"Why should I be excited?" Daphne responded, unbuttoning her pants. "This just means all the girls will be trying to impress him."
"Well, I think you should be happy, tu debe ser feliz."
"Why's that?"
Ariana winked. "He gets to see you in your adorable, poco short-shorts."
She blushed, looking down at the shorts in her hand. "My shorts aren't that short!"
"Still, you never wear shorts, asides from la gimnasia."
"He's a teacher, A. I don't think he cares what high school girls look like in short-shorts," Daphne told her friend, rolling her eyes. "When will you get it out of your head that Matt and I have a think for each other?"
"Matt?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"I mean Mr. Firay," Daphne corrected herself quickly.
Ariana smirked. "Sure you did. Rojo and your other amigo, Wendell, told me how you and Mr. Firay were in the same carro together yesterday morning."
She scowled and silently cursed those two. But Daphne had never told him not to tell, so it wasn't all his fault.
"Whatever, let's just go up. Everyone has already finished changing and I bet the bell-"
Before Daphne could finish her sentence, the bell went off. Ariana made a face and together they ran for the stairs that led up to the gym. Daphne pushed the door open and sure enough, there was Mr. Firay with a gaggle of girls surrounding him.
"I want to go talk to him," Ariana complained as Daphne dragged her to where Wendell and Josh were.
"Hey Wendell!" Daphne said cheerfully. "So, how's the school so far?"
"It's awesome," Wendell said grinning. "Much better than our old school. They had too many Ev-err, too many evil bullies!" He caught himself before he said 'Everafter'.
"That's mucho gravy," she said, smiling back. "Are you and Josh friends now?"
"Yep."
"Hey babe," Josh greeted Ariana, giving her a one armed hug.
"Hola," she responded with a sigh.
Wendell laughed, patting Josh on the back. "Looks like she was struck by the Firay love bug too."
Ariana laughed while Josh shot Wendell a dirty look.
"No estoy en el amor, I'm not in love with the man, Wendell. That would be creepy," Ariana told him, rolling her eyes. "He's just attractive for a man of his age."
"Can we not talk about this?" Josh asked.
"You're still mi favorito, Jaw," Ariana told him, enveloping her hand in his.
"Jaw?" Wendell repeated.
"Si, Jaw. You know, Josh sounds like 'Jawsh'?"
Daphne frowned to herself and looked at the ground as they talked. Ariana thought it was creepy to be in love with Mr. Firay? Did that mean I was creepy?
She quickly slapped herself, earning curious looks from the trio in from of her. She blushed and just shrugged at them.
"A mosquito," she lied.
"In the gym?" Wendell asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I guess so."
Wendell laughed and shrugged. "Whatever, Daphne."
She turned away from her friends so they wouldn't see the blush growing on her face. What was she thinking? She wasn't in love with Mr. Firay! It was a silly crush!
"Oh, Mr. Firay! You have really big muscles!"
Daphne's eyes shot over to where he was. One girl was feeling the muscles on his arms as he flexed for her. Daphne narrowed her eyes slightly, getting irritated. She just wanted to take that girl's arm and rip it off-
She slapped herself again; however, this time mentally. Now what was she doing? Getting jealous? There wasn't anything to be jealous of, and yet, Daphne was getting jealous! She ran a hand over her face and through her hair.
She didn't like these feelings.
"Okay class, gather 'round!"
Daphne looked back at Mr. Firay, who was waving his arms to catch everyone's attention. His eyes locked onto Daphne's and she swore she saw him quickly check her out. Either that or she was just getting ahead of herself. Which was probably more likely.
Wendell pushed Daphne from behind and she stumbled towards Mr. Firay. When everyone was gathered, he cleared his throat.
"Okay guys, we have two choices today. We can either play handball or badminton."
Everyone started to shout what to play all at once. Daphne heard about an even amount of handball and badminton. She personally didn't want to play badminton, since she sucked. She could do almost any sport fairly well. Except badminton. Daphne had no hand-eye coordination whatsoever with a racquet.
Mr. Firay rolled his eyes. "You can't all shout at once. Raise your hand for handball."
Twenty people raised their hands.
"Badminton?"
Twenty people raised their hands.
A few of the girls twittered with laughter. Daphne rolled her eyes. Because having an even amount of people who wanted to play each sport was just so funny.
Daphne pinched herself on the arm. Great. Now she was thinking mean thoughts about girls that didn't even do anything. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.
"Well, Daphne, what do you want to play?"
She stared at Mr. Firay. He was going to make her chose? She flushed slightly as all the attention was drawn on her.
"Uh, well...I don't really care. But I'm kind of bad at badminton."
"Well, then badminton it is!"
There was a cheering from the people who wanted badminton and a booing from the people who didn't. Daphne stared at her teacher with a dumbfounded look. He smirked.
"I'll go get the equipment. Come help me, Daphne," he ordered, gesturing her with his finger.
Before she respond, someone pushed passed her.
"I'll help you," a girl named Laura offered, looking eager.
"I will too!" her friend, Sandy, added.
Daphne rolled her eyes, turning around. "Looks like you don't need my help."
"Daphne."
"I'll help," Wendell cut in, an annoyed look on his face. "Girls shouldn't be going down to the locker room anyways."
"Sure," Mr. Firay responded, looking relieved for some reason. "Everyone else set up the nets."
He and Wendell exited the gym to go to the storage room while a bunch of guys took off towards the nets. A few minutes later they returned and the nets were set up. Everyone grabbed a racquet. Daphne held hers glumly and joined Wendell, Ariana, and Josh at one net.
"Ariana and I against you and Wendell," Josh announced, looking at Daphne. "So stay on that side."
"Sure," she responded.
"What? Why am I stuck with her?" Wendell complained, a grin on his face.
Daphne lightly hit him with her racquet. "Shut up, harmonica boy."
He laughed. "Don't worry, I'm good so I'll make up for your lack of ability. You serve first."
Daphne rolled her eyes, but tossed the shuttlecock in the air and swung at it violently. The shuttle fell to the ground and Daphne sighed, picking it up. She threw it up again. No luck.
"You can do it, D!" Ariana cheered from the other side.
She gave her a flat look and tried once more. She missed yet again. Daphne scowled; frustrated now. She threw it up and swung her racquet as hard as she could. Not only did she miss, but her racquet also went flying out of her hand.
Daphne gasped, twisting around to see it nearly hit Tom. He turned to her, his face in shock. She grinned sheepishly. He shook his head at her.
"Be right back," Daphne told Wendell, and jogged over to pick up her racquet.
"You almost knocked Tom out!" Daniel, his partner, complained for him. Tom nodded his head and handed the racquet to Daphne.
"I'm sorry," Daphne apologized. "I don't know how to hit the shuttle."
"I'll show you."
She jumped and turned around to see Mr. Firay, a grin on his face. Daphne guessed he had witnessed her attempt at Tom's murder. He followed Daphne back to the court. Ariana's face brightened immediately.
She felt very self-conscious as Mr. Firay took her hand and repositioned the racquet.
"Swing your arm like this," he instructed, slowly bringing Daphne's arm up. "Don't make quick short strikes, make long ones."
"That doesn't exactly help me hit the shuttle," she muttered, copying the movement of her arm again.
"Just keep your eye on the shuttle and swing. Don't worry about hitting or missing."
Daphne nodded and he stepped away. Out of the corner of her eyes, Daphne saw Wendell glaring at Mr. Firay. She ignored it. Daphne tossed the shuttle in the air and copied the movement Mr. Firay had shown her with her arm, keeping her eye on the shuttle.
It struck.
Ariana and Josh started clapping excitedly. It didn't make it across the net, but Daphne still had hit it, She couldn't help a grin spread across her face. She turned to Mr. Firay to thank him, but girls surrounded him again.
"Teach me how to hit too!" one of the more good-looking girls, Ali, requested.
"You were doing it just fine five seconds ago," Mr. Firay told her. Ariana snorted behind her hand.
"But I'm not sure if I'm doing it right!"
"Me either!" another girl said.
Daphne scowled and picked up the shuttle again. "Stupid girls," she muttered.
She swung the racquet hard, keeping her eye on the shuttle. It landed again and flew across the gym. Ariana went after it and hit it back to Daphne. She slammed it again, letting out her frustration.
"You got better quick," Josh commented, receiving one of her hits, "You're not letting Wendell get a hit at it at all!"
"I've got this one!" Wendell called, lunging for the shuttle.
He hit it straight up and Daphne ran over to rebound it. Wendell moved his leg at the last possible second; tripping Daphne and making her fall straight down onto her face. She landed on the gym floor with a loud smack and her racquet slid a few feet away. Her wrist panged painfully.
"Shit, are you okay?" Wendell asked, hovering over her. He didn't notice that he had cursed until Daphne gave him the stink eye.
"I'm fine," she responded, putting her hands under her body to push herself up.
A stabbing pain went through her wrist and she quickly removed it from under herself from falling down again. Wendell laughed.
"What are you doing?"
"I think I hurt my wrist," Daphne muttered, pushing herself back up with her other hand.
"You should probably go to the nurse," Ariana suggested, suddenly next to her.
"Daphne, are you okay?" a new voice asked, sounding slightly amused and slightly worried.
"I'm fine, Mr. Firay. I just hurt my wrist."
Mr. Firay took her injured hand and gently touched it. His touch sent a tingling feeling through her arm and Daphne wanted to rip it away, but she kept herself under control. He frowned.
"It might be sprained, so why don't you go to the nurse?"
"Okay," she responded. "I'll go now."
"But Daphne, can you stop by my room before you go home? I need to...talk to you about something," Mr. Firay continued, a hint of a smile on his face.
Ariana caught eye contact with Daphne and wagged her eyebrows. Daphne rolled her eyes at her. But part of her was excited.
"Sure. I'll see you later then," Daphne told him, trying to keep her face straight, "I'm going to go to the nurse now then..."
"See ya."
"Mr. Firay! I think I got it! Watch me!" a girl cried from the other side of the room.
"Sure," Mr. Firay responded.
He did a mini eye roll at Daphne before turning around and jogging over to the girl. Daphne smiled slightly to herself as she turned and headed back to the changing room.
A/N. Not much to say except that I went to the winter dance at my school on Friday and my feet hurt from dancing. Tomorrow I have P.E. and most likely, we're going to have to run the mile (NINE FRIGGIN LAPS AROUND THE FIELD IN 12 MINUTES OR LESS!). I'm dead, aren't I? Asides from those terrible news, I have one more. (LOL) You know how much I LOVE Puck and MS? Well, I absolutely can't stand the guys at my school. (Aside from some...?) And I had to DANCE WITH THEM.
To say the least, it was embarrassing. Everyone was wolf-whistling at me when I danced with this guy named Mark (I only danced with two, him and this guy named Elliot, thank gawd) and I tried to tell them to shut up. I think someone took a picture of us dancing and it's on FB...o.O I'm seriously dead.
Anyways, I had a review asking me if 'Dee' was really my last name. No. Lol, that's be cool, but no. Something happened to my Facebook a few months ago, so I changed my last name from what it was to 'Dee' as like, a code name. ? But anyways, if you want to friend me, do so! But send me a message first saying that you're from FF first, please! :D
Okay, I'm done for today! Expect wayward updates once school (for me) finishes Friday because I'm -most likely- going to update every four days. Yep. No longer will it be every week, but four days. Give thanks to Jesus and Father Christmas for break. But especially Jesus. He's awesome (no offense, Santa).
Ta ta for now!
~Lara